in absentia.

Published on April 3, 2005 By propagandhi In Philosophy

Look at the memories we choose to create
they fall into my soul like an early morning layer of snow
Which of these memories will we choose to forget
Which ones will never leave me

I can talk about your kiss and your hands
I can wallow in thought about your boyish smile
your ever so careless eyes as they look at me
as they wander

no punchline in this early morning rant
just a kiss in absence
and some clean-dirty thoughts

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